Chapter Two- New Life
I woke up with a pounding headache. The bright florescent lights burned my unadjusted eyes. Where was I? I tried to sit up but it hurt really bad, everything hurt. There was a woman in my room. I couldn't recognize her.
"Hi sweetie, how are you feeling?" She asked.
I looked at her in confusion. "Who are you?"
Her eyes looked hurt for a moment then she recovered. "Mikayla, I'm your godmother Margo." She seemed nice enough but wait.
"Am I Mikayla?"
Margo's eyes got huge. "Do you remember anything sweetie?"
My chin quivered. "No…What happened to me?"
Margo gently rubbed my head. "You and your parents were in a fire, you hit your head."
I felt dizzy as I tried my best to remember my parents, this so called fire, or anything for that matter. Why couldn't I remember, oh right my head, but why?
"Where are my mom and dad?"
Margo looked sadly at me. "They didn't make it Kayla. But your going to stay with me, okay?"
Tears filled my eyes, my parents were both dead and I couldn't remember a single thing about them?
"I can't remember what they look like." I whispered
"I'm sorry honey but I haven't any pictures of them and everything burned in the fire."
Tears and sobs came out of me at a heartbreakingly loud volume. Margo cried as well. She just hugged me.
-Week Later-
"Come on Kayla, we need to get on the plane." Margo urged
I didn't want to leave this place. New York was my home, Margo said I had lived here since I was a baby. Why was she making me go all the way to California?
"But Margo."
"Listen Mikayla, it was extremely nice of me to take you in, since you were the one who started that fire in the first place! Now get on the plane, we are going to Los Angeles."
I couldn't believe she said I started the fire that took my life away from me. I didn't want to think I would ever do a thing like that but could I have? I also couldn't believe the change in her personality over the last two days. She had become increasingly mean and pushy. What kind of people were my parents to leave me with this woman?
"Mikayla Elizabeth Rodriguez, lets go!"
I walked sadly to the plane. I gave one last look at the city outside the airport window.
-Los Angeles One Month Later-
I settled uneasily into life at Margo Hutchinson's home. She had an extremely bratty son named Phineas and an over giddy daughter named October. Phin was 10 and October was seven. She followed me everywhere while he complained constantly about me.
"Hey Kayla, lets play dolls!!!" October asked for the tenth time. I had just finished playing with her an hour ago.
"In a bit October, I'm tired."
She gave me a glared and mumbled to herself as she left me alone in my small room at the Hutchinson home, well I guess it was my home too now. I flopped on my full size bed, the only nice thing in the room, and flipped on my small TV. Rockstar Hannah Montana was on.
I loved her songs, they were so catchy, I would say they were like me but I couldn't remember anything of what I used to be. I didn't know any of my friends, or if I had any.
I began singing along with her song I got nerve. Then Margo walked by and stopped she looked at me and I immediately thought I was so in trouble.
"Hi Margo, hehe" I laughed nervously.
"Where did you learn to sing? Never mind, how would you like to make a record? BE a Star?"
I was shocked, here I was thinking I was going to be in trouble and she was saying I could be famous.
"That would be cool." I replied, I really liked the thought of being getting to be on the road and away from Margo and her family.
She smiled. "Good, I will make some calls, and we will get you into a studio."
After she left I laid back down with a smile. I was finally going to have a life…
-Russo Home One Month Later-
Justin's life was doing pretty well at the moment, he had finally found himself a good girlfriend, her name was Miranda. They had been going out for two weeks.
"Hey mom, Randa and I are going out tonight, going to see that new slasher movie."
Theresa was sitting on the couch listening intently to the radio. She didn't hear her son speak.
"Mom?" Justin asked again
Theresa shook her head and looked at her son, yeah, sweetie what did you say?"
"What's wrong mom?" Justin forgot about his date and ran to the couch.
"It's just that singer's voice is so familiar."
Justin knew who she was thinking about but her name was rarely mentioned in the Russo home, it hurt too much.
"Can you look her up for me?"
He nodded and got out his laptop. "What's her name?"
"M-I-K-A-Y-L-A Mikayla"
He typed the name and clicked on the first picture he came to. Both their jaws dropped.
"Alex"
End Chapter Two